The Idaho potatoes

The two taters I scored today on the plaza.

Every Thursday, a street market appears on the neighborhood plaza. And we circle it six times because we circle that plaza six times afoot every weekday, our exercise routine. The walk is more interesting on Thursdays due to the market and the people. The rest of the week, the plaza is abandoned, still and quiet.

Today I spotted something special: Idaho potatoes, which are not common hereabouts. Other, less noble, potatoes are easy to find, but not Idahos which make the best baked potatoes. I bought two, which I will bake on Sunday and serve with broiled salmon.

Freeze-zapped bougainvilleas.

The weather has improved spectacularly the last couple of days, and we’ve doffed the heavy duds for lighter attire. With luck the recent freeze was the winter’s last, but one cannot count on that. Once in March we had snow on the mountaintops that are visible from the Hacienda. Mama Nature is fickle.

But it’s about time to call Abel the Deadpan Yardman to come and trim the detritus and tote it away. Normally, I call him earlier but I’ve been lazy this year.

And speaking of potatoes:


I’m emotionally damaged due to what’s happening above the Rio Bravo. Unlike my frequent political posts during the Golden Era of President Trump, I’ve stepped away from it to a great extent. Why bother? It’s a lost cause, and fraud and imbecility reign. As the Blond Bomber would say: Sad.

But, just for fun, let us address some points:

  1. As I accurately predicted here on the morning of Election Day, the Democrat Socialists stole the vote. There are numerous ways to do this. One is that you actually stuff ballot boxes. There are videos of that being done. Two, you initiate mail-in voting, which is tailor-made for cheating. Three, you spout “news” for four years that consists of lies and misrepresentations, which influences the huge voter pool of dimwits. A combination of these tactics works best, obviously.
  2. No sooner did Sleepy Joe, who is a senile front man for radicals, enter the Oval Office than he began killing jobs and opening the border to illegals. He’s ending energy independence. And there are moves afoot to legislate stupidities like men and women are the same. He’s making kissy-face to Iran and China. If you’re unaware of this, you should stop reading The New York Times and The Washington Post.

The most important part of the entire disaster is that the Democrat Socialist Party got away with stealing the election. The significance of that one element cannot be overstated. It’s simply unprecedented, and takes the United States down a very dark path, and the entire world with it.

Diversity at work.

But enough of that. I’m in Mexico, and darn glad of it. We also have a dreadful president, but since Mexico does not affect global events like America does, it matters little except to us Mexicans. And I found Idaho potatoes today!

Thank the Goddess for small blessings.

Crochet and craziness

We have many crucial topics to cover today, from crocheting to transgendering to the praise of diversity (again!) and on to beauty pageants, so let’s hop right into it.

People cope with the Kung Flu nuttiness in various ways. My child bride flipped from pastry sales on the downtown plaza to staying home and crocheting. Above is her latest creation, a unicorn. She taught herself to do this with the help of YouTube.

Never let a pandemic go to waste.


Now let’s address matters being pushed by leftists, those who think it’s great that Sleepy Joe and Hoor Harris occupy the White House and the man who scored five Nobel Peace Prize nominations, who didn’t start wars, who engineered various Mideast Peace Accords, who crushed ISIS, who accomplished U.S. energy independence, who lowered taxes and reduced economically crippling regulations, boosted border security and the military, etc., has been tossed out the White House door.

By fraudulent means.

First, there is the transgender nonsense, the notion that there are endless sexes, and you’re free to pick one. And then you have the right to compete in sports in the gender of your choice with others who were born to that gender, who had Mother Nature do the picking for them. It’s the Democrat Socialist Party that supports this nincompoopery and we conservatives who oppose it, who embrace the “actual science.”

The race clip shown at the start of this brief video says it all. Plus it demonstrates why even many feminists, in spite of their normally cockeyed stances, see the nuttiness of it.


Moving onto one of my favorite topics, one that I’ve embraced for many years. Yes, way back, over a decade ago, when few people were saying it, I was hollering it out loud. Encouraging multiculturalism is disastrous. And here we are today with almost everyone, all organizations, all businesses, all schools, having it written in their mission statements that they are all about diversity and the promotion of it. It’s a given.

Our buddy Simon Webb addresses the issue brilliantly, as usual.

“Diversity is our strength.” Is it really?


Here in Mexico, federal legislators — undoubtedly ugly female ones — have proposed the outlawing of beauty pageants because “it degrades women.” I pray this American nuttiness does not get a foothold here. Mexicans love beauty pageants and their weather girls. And if Mexico cancels beauty pageants, where will narco bosses get their girlfriends?


Have a nice Valentine’s Day. Hug someone you love or someone you just like.

Any port in a storm.

White House Van Helsing

Many people voted for Geriatric Joe for no other reason than they were tired of the uproar, the wailing, of the last four years. Plenty of voters, primarily the utterly clueless, just wanted things to settle down and return to “normal.”

And the last four years have indeed been a tumult. Here is why:

The American Elite in the forms of the Deep State, the “news” media, Big Tech, Hollywood, Big “Education” and the rest of their smug, blood-sucking sidekicks were fat and happy before Donald Trump sailed down that escalator in the Trump Tower with the European babe at his side to announce his presidential candidacy in 2015.

To a degree, Trump is also a member of the American Elite. This is due mostly to his money, but he is also a common-sense guy who cares about America, and he clearly saw how the nation was careening off-course, away from its founding principles.

The Elites never expected Trump to win. They thought he was a joke, that they had things firmly in hand, as always, and Hillary would keep them on course. But he did win, and I have a scenario for what followed. Think Bram Stoker.

The Elites are blood-suckers, vampires. Dracula, collectively.

Trump is Dracula’s nemesis, Professor Van Helsing. And he has spent four years pounding a stake into the Count’s heart. You’ve seen the movie. As the stake is driven into Dracula’s breast, he screams and writhes. That is the movie version. In real life, Dracula has been screaming and writhing for four years nonstop.

Enough people grew weary of the tumult to inspire them to vote against Trump, thinking that he was the problem when actually he was the solution.

With the assist of voters, Dracula smote Van Helsing aside, and is stepping out of the coffin. It’s not the positive finale of the book or movies. It’s the grim finale of real life.

Things will settle down, but don’t think that’s a good thing.

Dracula has bounded out of the crypt, full of himself, meaner than ever, and seeking revenge. Blood will flow. It gives him power. Protect your neck.

The bad smell

Successful civilizations come … and go. More often than not, it’s their very success that causes their departure. Sometimes they fall rapidly, mostly by military conquest, but other times it’s more gradual, and you get the first hint this way:

A bad smell.

Western Civilization now needs industrial-strength deodorant.

Academia has fallen — watch the video above by the perceptive Bill Whittle — and it’s impossible to overstate the significance of that. And recently, in the United States, democracy collapsed too. If you think Biden won 18 million more votes than Obama won in 2012, I have a London Bridge replica in Mexico’s northern desert you can buy for next to nothing.

The aroma grows worse by the day. If you don’t notice, it’s because you vote Democrat above the border, but the stench will overwhelm even you in time. Revolutions eat their own. Ask the French. And the Russians. And the Mexicans.

One aspect of the stink is the apologetic society.

Whittle addresses that beautifully in the video below.

Have a nice day. While you still can.

At times I feel like Winston Churchill talking to Neville Chamberlain.